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Fuck it.
Why shouldn’t I kiss her?
She’s ours.
Mine and Eli’s to kiss, to fuck, to love.
What does it matter where we are? Who’s watching?
If they don’t like it, they can look away, right?
Lowering my mouth, I ask, “Are you sure?”
“Yes… Please,” Finley breathes as Eli commands, “Do it.”
“I really fucking missed you,” I groan against her parted lips, hovering a heartbeat longer to give her one last out.
Finley closes the distance in reply, mouth crashing into mine, hands molding to my face as she nips my bottom lip with a needy little sound. She holds my gaze until I lick into her, and when my tongue swirls over hers, her eyes roll back with a hum that vibrates down to my feet.
Fuck, she tastes good.
Fresh mint. Creamy coffee… and Eli.
So good, I deepen the kiss like I’m about to fuck her mouth, devouring every whimper, drinking every pant, breaking only to nip at her lip before taking more.
With her body bowing into mine, I lean over her until she’s encapsulated by me with Eli at her back. He flattens one hand to the top of her ass while the other anchors over mine on her waist.
Heat snaps through me. Muscles coil tight. My palm slides from her jaw to her throat, stroking down the long line of her neck.
Finley’s frantic pulse thunders into my fingertips, chasing my own. The beat sinks into bone, rolls lower to where her thigh presses my groin… friction, heat, and?—
“Okay… okay… break it up, children!” We all freeze as Christina barrels into our bubble. “Seriously, I left you for two seconds. Two fucking seconds, Amish. You’re meant to be the sensible one.”
Finley groans, twisting in my arms to glare. “Your timing sucks.”
“Okay, so it was more than two seconds, but I got distracted. And anyway, this is not about me.” Christina steps back, glowering up at Eli and me. Without heels, she has to crane her neck to scold. “Hate to point out the obvious, but you’re in the fucking press. That means keep your head down and behave… not fucking dothis,” she huffs, gesturing wildly at the three of us.
“Nobody can see us,” Eli says, nodding at the potted palm trees shielding us.
“That’s funny, because I saw you,” Christina shoots back, rolling her eyes as she plants fists on her hips. A smirk ticks up. “Your boyfriend is like a seven-foot giant, good luck hiding that in plain view.”
Finley and I freeze. My lungs clamp down, waiting for Eli’s reaction to her remark.
“Actually, JJ’s six-seven,” Eli says, casual as anything. He doesn’t correct her, just chuckles. “But I can see why you’d think he’s a giant from down there.”
“Touché, brother Eli.” Christina bursts out laughing with a snort that starts Finley off laughing, too, then Eli.
Meanwhile, I’m standing here, dumbfounded. My pulse is roaring. My head’s light. The giddy fizz is so strong I can’t even exhale.
She called me his boyfriend.
And Eli didn’t shut it down.
Holy. Fuck.
CHAPTER 9
FINLEY
